"Ah? Why?" Qi Yi was hearing about Yan Yan's idea for the first time.
It wasn't that there was no money, no affection, or conditions disallowing it, so what's with all these reasons?
Isn't a wedding every girl's dream?
"What else could the reason be?
After all, I'm a designer who's made it to the title of Haute Couture, right?
You should know the principle of 'experts tend to scorn each other.'
If I were to hold a wedding, I would certainly look down on anyone else's designs.
Then I'd have to design countless sets of gowns, accessories, shoes, yours and mine.
Add to that, the bridesmaids' and groomsmen's attire and various creative elements for the wedding venue.
Such an enormous workload it's like having to put on another fashion show!
Am I so full that I'm looking for things to do, or do I think I'm not busy enough?
Do I not know how to take a decent vacation with that spare time?" Yan Yan questioned disdainfully.
